This fogbank rolling into the Gastein valley last week is almost painfully as well as poetically fitting for these uncertain times. It’s like a veil between what is familiar and what is just plain unbeknownst and what is enigmatic. So much is going on right now. In my life, in our world. It’s both exciting and frustrating. Especially the variables I have zero possibility to choose or change. So, as usual, I embrace the unbeknownst.